"You saw that your mom sent you money, and you're still not happy?"
Pei Yicheng was taking Xu Nianhua to the factory, and as they passed the post office, Xu Nianhua conveniently picked up the money Ji Ying had sent her.
"I'm happy! My mom just worries that we'll run out of money out here." Xu Nianhua had never been a mother herself, but she had adopted a child, so she was pretty much like one; she totally understood Ji Ying's kind of concern deep down.
"Mothers always worry about their kids."
Pei Yicheng thought of his own mother who passed away early. If she were still around, she'd probably be just like Aunt Ji, right?
Xu Nianhua suddenly realized that Pei Yicheng no longer had a mother. This topic seemed a bit inappropriate, so she quickly switched subjects: "Yicheng, congrats, I heard the hand cream is selling really well."
"At school, maybe not everyone has one, but I've already heard plenty of classmates talking about your hand cream," Xu Nianhua added.
